Текст песни princess n - black surface

we are all mimes
wandering somewhere on the horizontal surfaces
where there is no concept of goodness, honor, loyalty
where salt is sprinkled by someone
who screams - unfortunately
with its crooked mouth
absurd in all signs
but anyone needs an explanation
and in the answers
and therefore hides
stupid stereotypes
foundations and other
whatever is done, people defame
without breaking the black surface
where under each side
one lies to another about God and not only
fuck each other
until he dies
and all over again
and I hope that I
a particle of white salt
over the smooth surface of a rotten board
carried by moles in the space of emptiness,
where are our voids
when shifting, scouring for time
to somehow ease the burden
imposed on us by itself
god
how to get out of the shackles of culture, politics,
we can still be saved
repenting, pretending to be whiners
praying for freedom that you yourself have invented
how stupid we are
in a hazy
smoke cigarettes
we are looking for salvation, which is definitely not there
and heartbreaking sobs tearing boundaries
realizing that help is within you
only then will we breathe deeply
let's fly a bird
we can get enough
but for now
we are sprinkled salt
over black surface
like the stars
and on contact with wounds
causing pain
but it will pass, everything will pass
because while someone dies
someone lives, an undeniable cycle
where, I'm sure, will prove
that we are not carried by moles,
and the whales
over the surface of azure water
from someone's innocent tears
reflecting our souls
like the souls of distant, faded stars